September 22, 2005

• What’s been going on for the past month or so:

  
  

  Vegas.  The Disney land for adults.  I was there last weekend as my buddies threw me a bachelor party that I’ll never forget.  Thanks to the best man for organizing.  That’s all I have to say about that.  Well, … rather, … that’s all I care to share with you guys about that.  Heh.

  
  

  Anyways, it’s funny.  A strip club does funny things to a man.  Is it just me, or do other guys also find that after you spend a certain amount of time in a strip joint, your whole perception of chicks changes.  Like for the next few days, every time you see a chick, you have to make a conscious mental note to not expect her to take off her clothes.  NO?  Just me?  Oh.  OK, … I’m the asshole then.  Whatever, fuck you.

  
  

  In other news, … I’m getting married in 9 days.  Yes.  9 days!  You believe that??  Scary, scary.  But funny thing is, that I’m actually looking forward to it.  Maybe not the stress associated with the wedding day itself, … but married life in general.  I don’t know, … maybe I’m naïve, but I think it’ll be fun.  Sure, … there’s going to be sacrifices.  Like learning to deal with someone sleeping next to you taking the covers and burrito-ing herself every single night.  Or, that you now have to actually go shopping for food to put into the refrigerator.  Or that you’re going to have someone telling you to pick up your socks all the time.  But at the same time, … you also have that comfort in knowing that no matter how much she whines about wanting a new LV bag, she’s not going to leave you if you don’t buy it for her.  Or that you now don’t have to do dumbass things like spend $80 on flowers on valentines day.  Fuck that.  She ain’t going anywhere.  Yup.  Married life is gonna be great!

  
  

  Let’s see, … what else is going on.  Oh, … for those of you that don’t know, already, I’ve moved into a new place.  Once all the furniture comes in, we’ll throw a house warming.  Although, … we’ll probably have to throw 5 house warmings or something because the living room can probably hold like 5 people max.  And so I guess three people can come in at a time?   But it’s cool.  It’s a fun apartment.  If you see it, you’ll understand.

  
  

  Hmm, … what else, … yes.  I’m a new uncle.  My sister had a baby about a month ago.  Now, … don’t get me wrong.  I love the kid to death.  I think he’s adorable.  And maybe I’m the weird one.  But man, … when that kid farts, … that shit smells rancid!  But yet, it seems like everyone else around me thinks it’s cute.  My mother even went as far as taking a big whiff and saying it smelled “sweet.”  Fuck that.  That shit smells like spoiled cheese man.  And I’ll tell you, … the kid, although only a one month old baby boy, farts like a MAN, damnit.  You don’t understand how much gas comes out of that little body of his.  And it’s funny.  If I were to fart like that, I guarantee no one would be purposely taking a big fucking whiff of it and describing it as “sweet.”

  
  

  Which reminds me of this past weekend in Vegas, … where Chy and two other friends were walking out of the casino through one of those big multi-people revolving doors.  So while they’re going through, Chy lets on RIP and then quickly gets out and immediately holds the door to trap the other two inside the compartment leaving them to smell his rancid fart.  Fucking Genius!  HAHAHA!

  
  

   

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